Flames and fire is what my birthright is, something expected of me I suppose as the queen of fire. To me I see fire as being a thing of destruction, they burn and consume the living and only leave behind charred remnants, but surely there must be something else out there to prove as a saving grace for fire? I cannot believe that I am only meant to destroy and damage and nothing else, there must be something good that I can do, something that can say I'm not only good for the ravaging of enemies. This is why I had left the lands of my birth and decided to break off from my family, to find out who it is I truly am, where I stand and where I truly belong. It is not long before I am joined, something that is unexpected and yet not unwelcomed, because it has been long since I'd had just a touch of comapnionship, and I am not a soul that is keen on ever living my life out in lonliness.

I do not like crowded company but the companionship of those who become close and important, and who knows maybe in this meeting I will find one of these that will come into my inner circle, one can never know these things until they happen, not until they happen that is correct. The black blanketed fur along my back is the only anomoly amongst my appearence of fire and flames, instead making me look like flames dancing under a night sky. I stay relaxed at the strange boy's approach, my posture friendly and non threatening without even the faintest touches of defensiveness, my eyes of amber meeting his of violet and fire with a welcoming sort of reflected curiousity.

I will not harm he who does not threaten or harm me, I do not cause harm with no reasoning, that is not the wolfess I have begun to grow into. Most loners tend to be defensive if not skittish and aggressive, or at least that is how it was in the lands of my birth, where a wolf comes from or does or does not live at matters not to me, everyone deserves their chances unless proven to you or someone you trust that he or she cannot be trusted. I remain a quiet watcher of the boy, not minding his posture as much as others might, because I am sure he has his reasons and upbringings, just as I have mine, and so I will remain the casually polite watcher. "I have only just recently traveled here."

I haven't gotten to explore these new lands much, but there was much time for that later I suppose, and as he sits I move to mirror him in a sort of respect I always equal to strangers who do not seem to have bad intentions, after all I do know how to use the manners my parents tried to drill into my skull, my amber gaze thinking just how ironic his colours of ash smokes and whites was since ashes and smoke come after fire, it is almost as if we were flip sides of a coin.

"They wanted me to look like fire I think. My parents were at times strange things, and I cannot always fathom what it is they would do." That curious gaze in his violet and fire touched eyes just serves to in turn intrigue me, something that very rarely seems to happen to me at all, and I am a curious watcher as he goes about his task. Eventually I lift myself to my paws, quietly moving to go investigate I suppose as one may call it. The athletic muscles I am forming move seamlessly under my coat of flames, my head tilting as I see what it is he has collected. He speaks just as I am beside him, and I listen, with an almost rapt sort of intrigue, because I have never heard of these angels he speaks about being marked by, perhaps the lore here in these lands is different than back home, I must look further into this. "I have never met anyone else who even resembles me a bit. This must be interesting, and strange. I mean I have not met many born of fire."